marc spector – dfuob 7 (don’t funk up our beats contest entry) lyrics
i bring insanity, creating anarchy and blackness
spit catastrophes and paint a masterpiece of madness
magically fighting blasphemies, families die in tragedies
metaphysical metaphors m-ssacring the m-sses
rhyming to my advantage; the definition of savage
damage and ravage bandits who manage to brandish cannons
so write to test, i’ll fight the rest and light the set, my mics the best
i rhyme to bless and find a chest of cl-ssic tapes by psycho les
psycho les, psycho psycho les
i’m a psycho with a nice flow and i might go fight your set
grab the rifle with the wide scope, i know rivals who don’t like jokes
but i got one you should hear, here it goes: your career
now past the fun and games; i hunt you lames, the gun’ll spray
i dump and aim, the front’ll bang and make it sound like thunder d-mn
quick to spit the wickedest and wigs will split like licorice
i’m sick with it, like fixing stripper poles in homes where kids will live
(finish him) baraka with the chakras
i’ll stalk you, drop you slow-mo when i bring arms out like goro
lock and pop you through your torso; watch you scream and shout like oh no
then i seen the cops; i lean and p-ss the heater off to joe blow
with a cold flow, i recite the type of hype you like to hear
and strike the titans fighting over diamonds while i’m in the clear
pissing on competition like a fire hydrants near
i’m the big dog; better recognize or wreck your life
the rest’ll die; spot them plotting, got them by the leopard’s eye
drop them then i shock them just to watch them die a second time
that’s the type of individual that i am
put hades 6 feet under then i go wet up poseidon
steal his trident, silence zeus; i get violent, rhymes is proof
all of mount olympus looking at the boy like i’m the truth
i’m the truth
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